30. Sophie
30
Sophie
I was breathing too harshly, displayed for Maverick’s perusal and completely at his mercy. I attempted to squirm, but my restraints held tight, and my stomach clenched from the tightening sensation stemming from the nipple clamps.
The dark blue in Mav’s eyes was almost black as he scanned me head to toe. I couldn’t help but feel equally nervous and empowered by my position, because I knew if I used my safe word, he’d stop instantly.
Then he did something I didn’t expect. Eyes flashing with dark amusement, he turned on his heels to leave the room. I lifted my head, my jaw agape. Where the fuck was he going?
I was splayed like a fucking meal on his bed and he was leaving?
I took a deep breath and tried to relax, but my body was buzzing like a live wire. The nipple clamps were making it hard to focus, and the inability to rub my thighs together was making me tremble.
After a moment, I could hear Maverick moving about. Turning the TV off. The clink of glass. His bare feet shuffled on the hard floors. I couldn’t tell if it was the living room or the kitchen, but he was taking his sweet time.
What is he doing?
Impatient now, I groaned in frustration, tugging at the restraints I knew wouldn’t loosen. Maverick was an expert at everything he did, and knot-tying was no exception. Honestly, how the fuck had I not noticed the metal rings on his bedposts before?
Finally, I heard his quiet footsteps coming down the hallway, and just to be defiant, I didn’t look at him when his frame filled the doorway. I stared at the ceiling, focusing on the remnants of a small cobweb just above the bed. So at odds with the cleanliness of the rest of the penthouse.
“Sophie, darling.” His voice carried an underlying note of danger.
“Yes?” I breathed, my voice barely audible.
He moved to the end of the bed so he was in my line of sight, and try as I might, I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him now. He’d shed the T-shirt he put on after dinner, so he was only in a pair of black joggers that looked so fucking sexy on him I felt myself grow wetter. With his abs and that ridiculously attractive V on full display, I was a goddamn goner.
My eyes drifted to his hands, one holding a glass of amber liquid with ice cubes floating in it, the other grasping the can of whipped cream I’d bought earlier.
I was practically salivating .
“You’re so beautiful. You take my fucking breath away.”
My throat bobbed as I gaped at him, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak.
Slowly he set his glass down on the dresser, then he crawled onto the bed, kneeling between my spread legs.
Oh my fuck.
My thighs were quite literally quivering. I was so turned on it hurt .
He set the can of whipped cream on the bed, his hands falling to my hips. “What’s your safe word?”
“Mercy,” I whispered.
“Good girl. That’s your hard stop. Pick another word that tells me you’re approaching your limit.”
Brain muddled with desire, I simply stared at him.
“Sophie,” he growled. “Pick a fucking word.” His eyes were practically glowing with anticipation.
“Blue.” He paused, looking at me curiously for just a moment before nodding in approval.
“Okay. Blue. And how many punishments do you owe me?”
“Fourteen.”
He grinned, the look so wicked that I knew he wasn’t going easy on me. Oh God. “You’ll count for me, do you understand?”
Confused at what he planned on doing, I frowned. “How will I—”
But then he was pointing the can of whipped cream at my pussy and squirting it out. I startled at the cold sensation, a yelp tearing from my throat.
His mouth descended on me, warm against the cool whipped cream, and my back bowed. He licked and sucked, nipped and swirled and lapped until my eyes were rolling back and I couldn’t hold on any longer, waves of ecstasy rolling through me.
Except he didn’t let up. He rode my orgasm out, and I attempted to writhe under him but failed because of my restraints.
It was—too much. Sensitive, so sensitive.
He pulled back just enough to murmur, “One. Say it.”
I gritted out, “One.” Then succumbed to the sensations that were quickly building. He slid a finger down my slit before pushing it inside and curling it toward that spot inside that had me shuddering and quivering far too fast. I needed to move, needed to relieve this tension, but I couldn’t. I was stuck. Tied up. Nipples tingling.
“I need to move. I can’t take it,” I cried out.
“Are you using your safe words?”
I hesitated, then shook my head. “Then you can take it,” he told me as he kept going. And then…
“M-Mav, I—”
But I couldn’t finish the sentence as the orgasm tore through me, rocking my world and blurring my vision.
Holy.
Shit.
I don’t think I had ever come in such quick succession before.
Pulling at my restraints, I gasped for air. “Two,” I said, realizing what my punishment was. I just—could I take twelve more ? There’s no way he’d do that to me. It wasn’t even possible.
Yet he didn’t relent. He made me come a third time, and after the fourth, it did start to hurt.
Tears gathered in my eyes. My body trembled. My pride was bruised. I thought I could take it, that a few orgasms wouldn’t destroy me. Before I realized it, I was blurting, “Blue.”
Maverick stopped, rising to his knees and immediately unbuckling the cuffs on my ankles. As soon as I was free, I snapped my legs together in relief. And then he was over me, grabbing each side of my face.
“Are you alright?” Gentle, yet dark.
Slowly, I nodded.
“Good.” He pressed a rough kiss to my mouth—the taste of me strong on his lips—before gripping my hips and flipping me over, pulling back until I was on my knees with my ass in the air. My arms were crossed, near the point of pain, but I was distracted by his warmth disappearing from behind me. There was the sound of a bottle opening, but I didn’t have the energy to look over my shoulder to see. My body was still recovering from his relentless punishment.
“Look at you, being my dirty little whore like the good girl you are,” he praised in that low voice I loved so much. I found myself whimpering, my knees spreading as my body yearned for more. His hands kneaded my ass before spreading my cheeks. “Relax for me. Breathe.” I followed his command, and on a deep exhale, I felt something small slip into my back entrance.
My heart kicked up a notch, my back tensing as I realized his intention. He must’ve sensed this shift in me, because he stopped.
“Baby, either use your safe words or trust me to take care of you. If you trust me, I need you to relax.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I forced the tension out of my body and let him resume. The feeling was both foreign and overwhelming in the most delicious way. And then there was an intense vibrating that quite literally stole the breath from my lungs and had me barreling towards an orgasm, ten times more breathtaking than the others.
“Jesus, Mav,” I gasped, barely holding myself up on my crossed arms. “Feel so… full.”
He didn’t respond, but seconds later his palm made contact with my ass, and I jolted. I knew without a doubt this was another part of his punishment.
“Five,” I murmured, my pussy growing wetter by the second and my arousal trickling down my thighs.
He spanked me twice more, each one harder than the last, and then that orgasm peaked and broke over me. The rush had me crying out, quivering, sweat beading on my neck and forehead. My thighs shook, my breath caught—but the vibrator buried deep in my ass didn’t stop.
The relentless hum sent shockwaves through me, overstimulating every nerve, turning the pleasure razor-sharp. My body clenched, trapped in the unbearable friction, caught between the pressure in my ass and the punishing waves of my orgasm.
I was so lost—mind blank, body raw—that I barely registered the sharp crack of another spank before he drove into me, his cock stretching me open, pressing me deeper into the mattress…
And the pressure snapped. My body convulsed, a strangled, broken cry ripping from my throat as the pleasure detonated inside me again—violent, consuming, leaving me wrecked and trembling in his grasp.
Dios.
Mio.
Maverick fucked me hard and fast, his hand stroking my clit, his mouth biting my neck. All of my sensitive zones were on system overload, my body on the precipice of never recovering from this relentless punishment. I didn’t know how much more I could take.
Until we came together, the sound of our moans echoing off the walls.
The vibrator disappeared, my shackles released, and I was left in a limp heap on his bed. He pulled me into him, and I whispered, “Nine.”